Unveiled Desires
Unveiled Desires The first time I had noticed Mr. Harris – my best friend Emily’s dad – was at one of our usual get-togethers when he walked in wearing just his tailored suit pants, exposing a hint of tanned skin above polished leather shoes as he bent over to retrieve something from beneath the table. My eyes traced every line etched on those broad shoulders by life experience while imagining what lay hidden under the crisp white shirt. A fire ignited within me then; it smoldered for months before blossoming into alluring obsession. At twenty-one, I knew exactly what I …
